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spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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a short profile perhaps ?
a music player or hit counter ?
What do I really want,
Monday, August 2, 2010 // 10:03 PM

I don't get life as it goes on. People always say you understand it more, but I don't. Life sucks. I fainted today and didn't go for the HMT common tests, which is high suicidal. My wrists are getting worse, my left one's pain spreads to the lower part of the hand. I still have to wait till 20/8.

I don't get my work, I've obtained my Amath test results and I tell you, it's the shittiest math results I've ever gotten in my life even if I didn't fail it. I still have 2 bleeding questions to do. I'll do it by tonight. I'm becoming more and more piggish. I can't write, and I can't be bothered. I'm gonna do some math. I don't think I can write an essay within 3 hours, so heck it. I'm not doing it. Math isn't that murderous yet. So life continue to suck. My world is upside down. My health is getting worse. Might as well die. It's faster. Good Riddance.